The chain stopped its movement mere inches from Pansy. From where she was, Dawn raised her arm, using the power of the ring to protect the young girl. She stood up, facing the chain and restraining it as she walked.
The steel links struggled against Dawn's restraint, her power forming a thin luminous layer capable of preventing the chain from moving.
Randall approached Pansy, seeing that the chain was well controlled.
"Are you okay?" His look was stern, but concerned. The young girl just nodded, drawing her arms close to her body. "How many times have I told you? You need to always be on alert, especially in unfamiliar lands."
He left the young girl alone, walking in the opposite direction. He stopped only when he was close enough to the furious and dense chain.
"What exactly is this thing?"
"It seems to have a life of its own," Dawn replied, moving her hand to combat the chain's force.
"It must be enchanted," the man speculated, placing his heavy falchion on the grass. "Anyway, there are too many things to deal with. I'm relieved it's us here."
"I know," she replied without needing to look at him. "I'm relieved too."
Randall blinked, staring at her as if he recognized the expression on Dawn's face.
"You knew, didn't you? When you saw the bright point, you already had an idea of who it might be." Her face remained impassive at the man's words. Randall's gaze wandered through the park and noticed the two weapons fallen on the ground. "Who would have thought? The spear has always been with Autumn. What worries me is Elio's absence. Yet, his sword is here."
"Not only that," she said. "Elio's armor is on his brother."
"What?" he responded in surprise, turning to check on the sleeping boy a few meters from them.
"I don't know what might have happened, but Elio must have entrusted his Apparatus to his brother. And somehow, the Armor manifested itself."
"Heavens!" Randall exclaimed, stomping hard on the ground. The earth trembled beneath Dawn. "It’s a good time to use the Ring of Possibilities. Let’s find out what happened."
"Not here," she said, shaking her head. "We need to go somewhere safe. Those two need to recover; I think they will tell us better what the situation is. I'll keep this thing trapped for now. I think Bavol will be able to tell us what this is. What do we do now?"
"Don’t worry about that; I know exactly where we should go." The man began to walk, keeping his gaze on the park.
Then, the chain was sucked into an illuminated rift, disappearing completely. In the distance, they could hear sirens.
"We need to hurry. The police from this world are getting closer," she informed the other two.
Pansy had stood up, giving a quick check to the spear and sword almost intertwined with each other. She opened and closed her mouth in astonishment when the two weapons vanished.
"Hey, where did they go?" she exclaimed. Randall approached her.
"They just returned to their respective owners."
"These two here?" she asked, pointing her thumb at the unconscious youths on the ground. Dawn was already crouched beside her cousin.
"The weapons no longer detected danger, so they retracted." The three grouped close to each other. "Here, Pansy, hold the falchion."
The large sword was handed to the young girl. Its weight almost made her fall backward.
"And why aren't you retracting it too?" Pansy suggested, smiling forcibly with the man's weapon in her hands.
"I like to keep an eye on it."
"But what..."
Randall walked over to Damian and easily picked him up by the arm, slinging him over his shoulder. Dawn was about to use the ring to carry Autumn, but the man stepped in.
"Save some of your strength." He used his free arm to hold Autumn, also placing her on his shoulder. "Leave her to me."
Dawn simply nodded in response, her gaze fixed on the boy and girl resting on Randall's immense chest. They were so limp; they seemed not to want to wake up for anything in the world.
The three began to head towards the carriage. The man walked normally, while Pansy struggled, trying to hold the falchion. Dawn gave one last look at the park, holding onto a strange feeling inside her. She ran her thumb over the four rings tied on a cord around her neck. The other three on her fingers tingled her skin.
Finally, she took a deep breath and entered the carriage with the others.
"Are we going back to Candelion?" Pansy wanted to know. The carriage was already flying in the air; they could see the police cars arriving at the scene. In the back seat, Damian and Autumn lay still and asleep.
"Not yet. Not until we have a more complete story," Randall stated.
"And where are we going?" There was a frown on the young girl's face.
"We're going to visit someone. Someone who seems not to be doing their job properly," the man concluded.
Below them, the police had indeed arrived at the park. They cordoned off the area, the officers looking for evidence of all the reports made by people. There had been screams and tremors, not to mention a flash as bright as lightning in the middle of 2nd Avenue.
However, there was nothing much to see. Only scorched and poorly treated grass. Among the police officers, a woman appeared, scratching the back of her head. She showed her badge to move freely around the area. She was tall, wearing a black jacket, and her reddish hair was tied up in a bun on top of her head.
In the middle of the park, the woman crouched down. She used her fingers to analyze the burnt grass and could identify footsteps and the square shape of something apparently very heavy.
"Teniente Robin! Your orders, please," a policeman approached her and spoke.
"Gather everything you can and send it to forensics. Keep the park closed so no civilians step foot here. I also want a sweep of the surrounding area, all the street camera recordings, and the testimony of any living being who can speak our language." The man nodded his head and left Lieutenant Leslie Robin alone. The woman still had her eyes on the scorched grass. "Looks like we're late again."
In what should have been just another ordinary afternoon in Damian Montgomery's life, the young man was eagerly anticipating his brother Elio's weekend visit. However, Dante, as Elio affectionately called Damian, seemed unwilling to spare any of his time for his older brother.
Yet, in a surprising turn of events, Elio had now vanished. Following an encounter with a mysterious creature and a timely rescue by a girl named Autumn, Damian found himself compelled to question his own origins to unravel the unfolding mysteries. What was Elio's true identity? Why did Autumn appear to possess more knowledge than he did?
And most importantly, what was that armor fused to his skin, and why had it chosen him? Wrapped in layers of enigma and secrets, Damian embarks on a journey to unearth the truth, unaware of the challenges that lie ahead.
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